gathered there to fight a war; “we shall win,” edwin swore
so all feasted the night before; but amice and edwin did much more
when amice saw her lover fell; she cried out a primeval yell
like a she wolf from hell; not men her birth-right to sell
by his corpse, she did kneel; then took up her lover’s shield
ran toward bloody battlefield; his army would not yield
from dead hand, sword she pried; “on men, forward,” she cried
her skirts blood red were dyed; she twas mad and wild eyed
unafeared enemy did grin; twould be a routing, easy win
til their dying did begin; in own’s blood did slip and swim
mid this field of gore;
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